First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you're very lucky and have said your prayers.
George BalanchineRead
The mirror is not you. The mirror is you looking at yourself.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the distinction between self-perception and true self-identity.
George Balanchine's quote illustrates the concept that our self-image is often shaped by how we perceive ourselves rather than who we truly are. The mirror serves as a metaphor for reflection, suggesting that it only shows us an image based on our self-view, not the essence of our being. This invites deeper contemplation on self-identity and the nature of perception.
In practice
In a self-help workshop when discussing personal growth.
First comes the sweat. Then comes the beauty if you're very lucky and have said your prayers.
I don't want people who want to dance; I want people who have to dance.
God creates, I do not create. I assemble and I steal everywhere to do it - from what I see, from what the dancers can do, from what others do.
Most ballet teachers in the United States are terrible. If they were in medicine, everyone would be poisoned.
One is born to be a dancer. No teacher can work miracles, nor will years of training make a good dancer of an untalented pupil. One may be able to acquire a certain technical facility, but no one can ever 'acquire an exceptional talent.' I have never prided myself on having an unusually gifted pupil. A Pavlova is no one's pupil but God's.
The pointes for girls, I always say, have to be like an elephant's trunk; strong and yet flexible and soft.
Dreams are where we visit the many lands and landscapes of human possibility and discover the one where we feel at home. The great religious leaders were all dreamers.
Wherever goodness lay, it did not lie in ritual, unthinking obeisance before a deity but rather, perhaps, in the slow clumsy, error-strewn working out of an individual or collective path.
So many vows … they make you swear and swear. Defend the king. Obey the king. Keep his secrets. Do his bidding. Your life for his. But obey your father. Love your sister. Protect the innocent. Defend the weak. Respect the gods. Obey the laws. It’s too much. No matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or another.
Once we overcome our fear of being tiny, we find ourselves on the threshold of a vast and awesome Universe that utterly dwarfs — in time, in space, and in potential — the tidy anthropocentric proscenium of our ancestors.
I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action
No generalization is wholly true—not even this one.
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